Home, but not recovered

We made it home on Saturday evening, after two days of dashing through train stations and airports. And I'm still suffering from a mix of jet-lag and absolute exhaustion. While I was gone, I managed to finish one of my Christmas scarves (though I like it so much that I don't know if I'll be able to part with it...) and most of the second. And I started my crocheted belt. I didn't finish as much as I'd ambitiously planned, but what was I thinking -- that I was going to sit around in my hotel room for two weeks? Not quite...

The trip was a lot of fun, though. Paul and I got to spend quality time with our friends in Delft -- we even took a trip to Germany for a day with our friend Nick. Then it was off to London, where we saw everything we possibly could -- we toured the Tower of London (which was a serious Monty Python moment for us, causing us to burst out into "We're knights of the round table...we dance whene're we're able...") and Westminster Abbey (where I got appropriately choked up at the grave of Geoffrey Chaucer). And then we rented a car and took to the countryside.

Since returning home, we've spent a lot of time comatose in front of the TV. I go between Christmas Scarf #2 and the baby blanket that I'm working on for a friend. It sounds like I'll be seeing him and his new baby in a few weeks, so I'd better get to work. He had originally told me that he was positive they were having a boy, so I could just go out and buy blue yarn for that blanket. It's a good thing I went with a nice safe yellow -- because they had a girl.

I still have the En Fuego shawl staring at my from my knitting basket, and the yarn for my fall poncho is ready to go. I've got a lot of work to do -- I need to talk Paul into watching a lot more TV. Too bad he's not a football fan -- I see that Monday Night Football started last night...